The problem with perfection,
is that you will always feel second
to a nonexistent number one.
No stairway can get you there,
No stretch of the limbs will bring you close.
And the fall is worse than the frustration
of chasing a goal that was never obtainable.
Striving to be free from flaw,
is not being free at all.
It’s imprisonment in thoughts of incompetency.
Mistakes are misery
And errors mean an eternity to get it right again
Like salt it will leave you craving more
Only there is no satisfaction.
— Tara Pook